And in our of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to him? No information, say yes or no One point million Alright, you get what you want -- no object They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable And are explosive head bullets, in the clip
[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man Yo come here, come here Sun Come for a minute! aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo made of glass nig! Get your big off my moms table man! Get the off it man. Yo just chill man, the Cristal man. is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you smoking none of that weed in here man. man.
Bobby Somebody go to the man Sup Get baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie ways (Noodles) We came off two mil kid (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) kid. (Tony Starks) Universal (Original claat bad bwoys)
Method Man
Who to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, to run Wu together as one I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one
Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny
it Scriptures hit the like sawed off shotties my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it Information out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the There's a new sheriff in town holdin it It's the two holster, shit shot Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still dues And the last one is death, to the essence With that shit you stressin, this rap Now peep Tical, the son of the plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou
goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow llello, ley no coolin in Barbados Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch Stay cool papi, seize it with shit Back at the lab a, crack's up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas Suckin his dick, up in the long Designed for rhyme nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin Silks Wally-Wear rolled chain yeah beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this One eight gambino niggaz yeah
Wu roll as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one
Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby
Solid gold is shinin gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the with silver linings Double breasted, proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get to a sea of fire and brimstone How you approach it with dim pones The overfiend noah bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millenium two thousand two shots of penicillin goes up your son it's time for boutin It's a mileage resemblin who like followin Trapped inside projects like a genie inside the bottle
Verse Master Killer
God steppin upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under So I to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the who tries to visual-ize under I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's My wisdom fucks up your are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and are mad jagged the entity, my vicinity Is three and sixty degrees of humidity the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of from the iron side of The gat as I attack the From the blind side of the pack, pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his dome piece, deceased, to rest
Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony
Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a Full moons me howl like a wolf outta breath only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, velocity My teammate, cells well like a pharmacy Fuck horado pablos growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best become novels The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams Early british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Remember them kids that off with 8 million Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal Them flower heads must have been Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that kid jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up
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